Thinking my course did threaten sure decay
To the rich trophie of his conquest wonne,
What nature gaue to me, did giue away,
To set the state vpon a surer stay:
For leauing life, he left by his decree
His crowne to Rufus, and his curse to mee.
28.
Tell me ambition, whence hadst thou that might,
To stirre vp nature in bold Beauchamp’s brest
Gainst God, ’gainst king, ’gainst nature’s selfe to fight,